that i was sat behind a school desk
i never expected those days to last
and i was glad to leave
and see them become my past
but, growing up does seem to have happened fast
i can hardly believe it

no one need know what –
what we are on about
could i ever –
be something like them?

remember, it is not me
who yearns to be different
it is not me –
who thinks it is great to be cool –
and lost inside my head

stephanie says
i had to guess
she was talking to me
as she came through
like psychic radio

you can climb slowly
and say a prayer tonight
you can see someone special
in your splendid flight

nothing seems to last
as much as rejection
that stretches back
to my childhood past

who are you going to be next
listen to the latest marketed sound
is it garage, rave, rock or death metal
or are you house bound?

it seems that if there is a god
he or she better believe real good
because at the midnight church
the cross is made of money and never wood

i should have been a witch
with a magical cat

do you remember a time,
do you remember a time?
when everything was fairytale
dragon lore and magic prevailed